Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 01:08:53 +0000
From: peterswanson88@proton.me
Subject: A boy for my husband chapter 9

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Chapter 9


I'm not sure which one of the boys ran to the showers ahead of us but
when I turned the corner the large room was already full of steam.


"The two broken ones only have hot water so at least they're good for
something," Christopher said.


Jason crossed to the other side and turned on the two working shower
heads. The whole room was maybe 10'  square, good sized but with only
half the showers working it was cramped. Which was not a problem for
anyone on this team.


The boys were all hard already. This seemed to be the natural state for
their young cocks. I looked down and realized I was fully erect as well.
Asher turned to Jason and Christopher and said, "I told you bro. Coach
Andrew is definitely suckable."


"But bro, have you seen the monster on Coach Anthony?" Jason replied. I
turned to see my husband standing behind me, framed by the two youngest
boys. Miles stood to his right and Freddie to his left. They were holding
Anthony's hands almost too timid to walk in. Freddie was covering
himself with his free left hand.  Miles clung to Anthony with both hands.
I reached out and ushered the trio in by taking Freddie's hand that was
covering his little prick.


Teenage boys can be downright mean, there's no way of getting around it.
For all boys it's like a right of passage, getting teased by older boys.
I knew our boys were not typical teenagers but I've heard them talk to
each other. I wanted to shield the younger boys if I could. Even though
Freddie already knew he was a cum slut, he was Anthony's to dominate,
not these boys. Not without permission anyway.


I was surprised when all three of the older boys were kind and honestly
supportive of their pre teen teammates.


"Whoa bro, I didn't know you were that hung," Jason said to Freddie.


"Dude, Asher told you that these two boys were absolute gods for their
ages," Christopher replied.


"What I said was that these two boys were going to grow up to be gods,
you could see it in their already big boy dicks," Asher winked at Miles.
The boy beamed back at his idol. He may be joined to me at the hip, but
gaining validation from the older boys gave him a level of confidence
that I had rarely seen on the court. Miles strutted into the showers and
got right under the water.


The average age between the three older boys was 13.3. They were still
developing. But compared to the 11.5 average between Freddie and Miles,
they seemed like grown daddies. Especially Jason with his Italian
heritage giving him a light coat of dark hair on and ass and legs. He had
a thick bush that made his dick look so grown up.


I did some quick math and realized the average age on our team was 12.6.
My cock twitched at that thought.


6 foot tall Asher towered over 5 foot tall Freddie as they shared the
same spray of water. Freddie proved himself to be a willing caretaker
because he got right to washing off his older teammate. He grabbed the
soap and reached up high to wash the developing boys muscular frame. He
must love the smell of teenage sweat because he buried his face into
Asher's armpit and cuddled deep as he scrubbed lower. Asher threw his
arm around his little buddy and his cock stood up to full attention.


Christopher and Jason were most definitely more than best friends. They
were a pair, and a damned cute at that. They shared the other shower head
and giggled as they kissed and played with their cocks. This left poor
little miles shivering between Anthony and I. To remedy this, Anthony
walked over and pointed the two shower heads towards a central point on
the floor. Now there was at least a constant stream that almost all of us
fit under.


We crammed together and I felt the hot skin of all the boys at once. My
cock went wild and I spun around, slapping at least three of the young
teens with it as I went. Hands flew everywhere and touched everything.
Someone let out a moan and I looked down to see Asher on his knees with
my husbands cock down his throat. The kid was a pro because Anthony was
face fucking him and the teen didn't even wince. Freddie stood behind
him and Anthony reached over to pull him into a passionate kiss.


It was then that I felt little hands on my thighs. Miles was in front of
me with a big smile. I returned the smile and gave him a wink. He took
that as permission and dropped to his knees. He stared at my shaft in
amazement. His hand barely wrapped all the way around it. He tried to
deep throat but he coughed. I pulled back but Jason was suddenly behind
miles. He bent down and coached the kid.


"Go slow on it buddy. Don't try to swallow it, instead just let it sort
of slide down your throat. Stroke it with your hand as you go back and
forth."


Miles took my cock out of his mouth and nodded towards Jason.


"Can you show me how?" He asked.


"That would be my pleasure."


With that Jason scooted in front of me and went to work. His mouth was so
warm. My cock hit the back of his throat but he didn't gag at all. He
pulled back and stroked my shaft and he worked his way up and down. I
threw my head back and let out a long "fuccckkkkkkk."


"Watch the language boys!"


We all froze. Who said that?! It certainly wasn't any of us. Everyone
either had a dick in their mouth or hand. This was beyond awkward. I had
my back to the hall so whoever walked in could see the young men clearly
going to town on this almost middle aged man. Anthony was facing towards
the door. I looked at him quickly and his face went white. I turned
slowly and picked Miles up off of his knees. The rest of the boys stood
at attention, covered their erections and looked at the floor.


I turned around to see the coach of the opposing team standing there with
his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He was a little older than Anthony
and I, maybe in his early 40s. He was burley, built more like a football
player than a basketball coach. He was also naked except for a jock
strap. He had a stern look on his face but a girthy, large man cock was
sticking out from the corner of the pouch.


"We don't tolerate swearing in our locker rooms. I hope you address
that issue Coach."


"I'll be honest Coach, it was me who swore." I felt like I was being
chastised by a sexy teacher. Is this what the boys felt like with us? If
so, I better be harder on them. I loved the authority this man exuded.


"I just walked over to check on you all I know these showers are pretty
crappy. The away teams always get the... uhh... shaft." He smiled at
Anthony. "But it seems like you're all pretty comfortable with the
shafts."


The boys started to look up and they took in the mature body in front of
them. Some smiled while others put their heads back down and lightly
played with themselves.


"The home team showers all work and we got extra room. You're all
welcome to come over to our side as long as you keep the language clean.
We're pretty hospitable hosts."


"Coach, I think we will take you up on that offer. We're all a little
cold from sharing these two little shower heads." Anthony said. He
crossed his arms and let his cock stand straight out. The opposing coach
raised an eyebrow.


"Your boys seem to know how to stay warm. But come over to our side and
we can all warm up together."


I looked at the boys to make sure they were all comfortable with this
unspoken idea. The plan was to go over to their showers and engage in
what can only be called a teenage orgy directed by three older men. Not a
single one of my players hesitated. On the contrary, they all looked like
Christmas had come early.


Anthony took charge. "You heard the man boys. Grab your towels and
let's head over. We don't want to keep our hosts waiting. Thank you
Coach..."


"Reilly. Josh Reilly."


"I'm Anthony and this is my husband Andrew."


The coaches cock got harder when he realized we were a pair.


"You two coach these boys alone?"


"Yes sir."


"I'm alone with my five athletes. My assistant coach had to drop out
earlier this season. It's been tough to keep them all in line alone.
They mean well but they're not cohesive like yours."


"We're a team, Coach Reilly," Asher said. "On and off the court we
take care of each other."


"Well then, hit the showers and show my boys what taking care of each
other means."


With that, Coach Reilly dropped his jock strap and walked down the hall
towards the other locker room. His ass was hairy and round. His balls
hung low and you could see them swing between his thick legs as he walked
away. Jason and Christopher were the first to follow. They were entranced
with this man. Their cocks seemed to guide them like compasses.


Anthony and I took our young boys by their hands. I looked down at both
of them.


"You can stay close to us if you're nervous boys."


"And if you get uncomfy you just let any of us know and we will protect
you." Anthony said.


"I don't think you have to worry about these two champs coach," Asher
said. "They know they can count on their team mates to be there for
them."


With that, the five of us made our way to the other locker room.


There's a small back hall that connects the two locker rooms. The
showers back up against each other so when we walked in the first thing
we saw were the steam filled showers. I realized there was a gap at the
top of the wall. That's why our showers were so steamy. These boys had
already warmed up their side. God, they must have heard all of us getting
into it.


"Make yourselves at home. Boys! Front and center, introduce
yourselves."


The opposing team scrambled out from under the shower heads and formed a
straight line. Their hands were behind their backs so we got a full view
of their gorgeous bodies. Coach Reilly didn't really have that much
trouble keeping his team in line.


From left to right the five boys introduced themselves.


"I'm Kwan," the first boy said. He was black, tall and skinny as a
rail. He stood taller than all my boys. His skin was soft looking and his
hair was cut short into a military type crew cut. He was smooth all over
except for a small patch of curly black pubes that framed out a massive
9" girthy peice of uncut boy meat.


"I'm Nick," the second boy said. He was white, as tall as Kwan but
slightly huskier. He had brown hair that was long in the back. Mullets
were a style with kids right now. He didn't have a full mullet but it
was getting there. Not my first choice for a hair style. The rest of him
was beautiful though. He was muscular in all the right places. Firm pecs,
tight core, swollen legs and arms. He looked like he could bench Freddie
and miles at the same time. His cock was probably average size but it
looked small when compared to the rest of his body. He was shaved totally
smooth.


"Im Shane," the next boy smiled. He had an higher voice, was shorter
and had a small frame. Definitely more feminine than you'd usually see
on a basketball team. He was also smooth, probably the youngest of the
group. His rock hard cock couldn't be more than 5". The boy next to him
had his hand on his ass, finger blasting his hole. Shane was obedient and
loved the attention. Obviously he was the teams pass around.


"I'm Luke," the boy with his fingers up Shane's ass said. He was
black, but lighter skinned than Kwan. He could be Latino but his black
curly hair said otherwise. He also had a massive tool which looked even
bigger than Kwans but mostly because he was short, about my height at
5'4". His cock hung low, too big to support itself and stand straight
out.


"I'm Randy, sirs," the last boy said. He had been sizing Anthony and I
up since the moment we walked in. He was definitely the youngest. Maybe
just a little older than Freddie and I only say that because he had just
a small whisp of pubes. They were probably only a few weeks grown in. His
obedience told me he was probably just like Shane. Coach Reilly put his
hand on Randy's shoulder and Randy started massaging the man's huge,
low hanging balls.


Our boys all introduced themselves. They lined up face to face and let
their dicks stick out. They mimicked the others by standing in a straight
line and putting their hands behind their backs. Just like on the court,
they were underdeveloped in comparison but as a team they were
formidable.


Each of the boys eyed one another. Freddie found himself face to face
with Kwan. Not wanting to appear scared, he stepped forward first and
dropped to his knees. The older athletics dark pipe was as long as
Freddie's face. Freddie licked the boys balls and the top of Kwan's
cock brushed against his hair. But Freddie still went to town on that
horse cock. He took as much into his mouth as possible. Kwans eyes bugged
out of his head when he saw this sixth grader choking down his massive
tool. His balls clenched tight and his knees went slightly weak.


Miles on the other hand was wholly intimated. He took a step back and I
walked up behind him. His little body felt so nice tucked up against
mine. My cock rubbed against his smooth skin and I wrapped him into a
backwards bear hug. He turned, looked up at my and smiled, with fear in
his eyes.


"You already Miles?"


"Yes, sir. I just... I just..."


"It's okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I
assured the boy.


"It's not that Coach Andrew. It's just that, I hoped I'd get to have
some alone time with just you."


"He's been talking about nothing else since yesterday Coach," Asher
said. "He's been asking all of us how to tell you he wanted to... how
did you put it miles?"


Miles blushed, looked me dead in the eyes and answered, "Get your load
plowed so deep into my guts it came out my nose..."


I met his gaze and felt a dark lust surge through me. "Is that so?"


"Yes, sir."


"I'm sorry to interrupt you boys," Coach Reilly said. He was getting
his cock serviced by Shane and Shane was getting his ass eaten by Luke.


"There's a private shower around the corner. If you want some privacy,
we totally understand."


Miles grabbed my hand and pulled. He almost ran in the direction Coach
Reilly indicated. I didnt need any convincing. I looked at Anthony, got a
nod of approval, and I let the boy lead me to the private shower stall.


I took one last look into the group shower before I turned the corner. In
addition to Coach Reilly getting his dick sucked, Anthony was next to him
getting serviced by Jason. Christopher was getting ready to mount Nicks
muscular ass and Freddie was still sucking Kwan. It seemed like that huge
dick was about to blow a load down the boys throat, and a small part of
me wanted to stick around and watch. But a larger part of me wanted to
finally explore the boy of my perverted dreams.


Miles skipped around the corner and into the smallish shower stall. There
was plenty of room for the two of us. It was handicap accessible so it
had a small bench that we could use too. Miles was excited to get to use
this stall. He turned on the water and I remembered that he liked it on
the cooler side. I had him step back and I pushed the temperature all the
way up,


"We can make our own little steam sauna in here," I said.


"Cool! I've always wanted to see what that was like. The big boys said
I can't use it yet."


"After today you're going to be treated like one of the big boys now.
They see that you can do all the big boy things, like scoring baskets."


"And sucking dick," the young boy giggled.


Miles seemed years older than his actual age of 11. He skipped a grade
early on so he was the youngest sixth grader at school, but he behaved
like an eighth grader; perpetually horny and eager to show it off. His
little, uncut 4" dicklet stuck straight out from his chest. His foreskin
was peeled all the way back and his little dick head was already wet and
shiny with precum. I also stood just a couple inches taller than him.


"Did you see me shoot yesterday Coach?"


"During practice or after?" I smiled playfully and put my thumb and
forefinger on either side of his thin shaft. The boy let out a small gasp
and he leaned I towards me.


"After, in the locker room. That was my first time shooting cum."


"I thought so. It was so hot and manly Miles."


"I've cummed four more times since then. Twice last night, once in the
shower this morning and another time on the bus on the way here."


"On the bus?" I said.


"Yup! Jason didn't believe me that I could so I showed him. He cleaned
it up with his tongue and told me and tasted like real man juice."


"I'm sure it did."


"Coach, can you ever run out of cum?"


"Nope. Your body always produces more."


"Good. Because I love shooting cum. I loved watching you do it
yesterday. Can you do it again for me?"


"I sure can. But I want to try something."


"What?"


"Come here and give me a kiss first and I'll tell you."


I sat on the bench and Miles sat in my lap. His smooth bum rubbed against
my rock hard cock. If he didn't already suspect what he was going to
get, he was going to find out soon.


I kissed the boy deeply. Our tongues met in my mouth. He stuck his deep
in and wiggled it around. I massaged it with mine in return. I pulled him
closer and my dick slipped up between his cheeks. I moved my hips back
and forth, felt my cock moving up and down, stopping briefly to get
caught on his tight hole. The boy gasped at that feeling but leaned in
and kissed me harder. Fuck, are we about to skip foreplay? Will I tear
into his virgin ass this quickly? The boy slut sure seemed to be begging
for it.


But how could I? With a boy hole as small as his I couldn't just drive
my tool in with spit and hope. I'd end up with a torn up boy. As darkly
satisfying as that sounded, I needed to keep him intact for use later.
This would not be our only love making today. I was determined to show
this boy and his superior talents off.


I pulled him closer and started playing with his little price. At this
point, he was almost lying fully back in my lap.  His legs were spread
wide, and I had free roam over his entire genital area.  His small ball-

sack was drawn up tight, and his hips were moving up and down with
increasing frequency.  I worked on him with one hand, while the other
supported his head

and neck.


I needed to fuck this boy. I looked around the shower for something to
lube up with but all we had was soap. That would sting like hell. Then,
my prayers were answered by a small angle. Randy, the small boy from the
other team, peered around the curtain. He took in the scene in front of
him and looked longingly at my hard cock popping out between Miles legs.


"Coach said you might need this," Randy said as he handed me a plastic
bottle of lube.


"It's my favorite brand. Coach said he loves to rail me out when my ass
is covered with it."


"Will you rail me out Coach?" Miles asked.


"If you want," I responded.


"Randy, thank you for bringing this. You did Miles here a big favor."


"Would you mind if I stayed and watched sir?"


"Is that okay with you Miles?"


"Yes sir!" He wanted the breaking of his virginity to be witnessed. And
he knew Randy was crushing on me. Maybe he wanted to have this over him...



I lubed up my dick and played with Miles ass just enough to get it to
start loosening. I couldn't believe this. I was just going to use this
small boy as my cum hole.


Taking the boy by his thin waist I pulled his little ass

down onto my slimy dick.  At first I just rubbed the wet head in the
hairless crack of the boy ass then when I felt just the right spot, I
started to pull him down onto my dick.  I could feel his little asshole
stretch tight as my dick tried to push past it into the boy's guts.
Taking a firm grip of the boy's boney hips I pulled him down.  In one
long steady lunge I slipped my dick past his stretched little asshole and
into his guts.  Miles started to pant, them moan, then finally scream as
my dick pushed his virgin guts aside.


Miles didn't pull away. He wanted to show Randy and the rest of the boys
how much of a man he was. Miles screamed "Fuck me! Fuck me!" as I held
his thin waist and worked his ass up and down my dick.  His guts were so
hot I couldn't take much more, and by the sounds Miles was making, he
couldn't ether.


Anthony appeared around the corner. Freddie was wrapped around him,
clinging to his chest as my husbands cock empaled him as he walked. He
pushed Freddie against the wall and pounded him out when he stared at me.
Anthony urged me on just as I had last night.


"That's right you sick fucking pedo pervert. Give that boy your meat
harder. Feel his virgin hole clamp down around your shaft."


"What did I say about swearing?" Coach Reilly rounded the corner. He
saw what was going on and said, "unless something like this is going on.
It's not swearing when you're actually fucking." The coach then
dropped into true authoritarian mode and yelled at me, "don't you dare
stop raping that tight boy hole! Fuck that little slut until you fill his
guts with your nasty perv load!"


I was so turned on by this talk but Miles was apparently even more into
it. He started to cum,  and as he came his asshole clamped a vise like
grip on my dick.  That was all I could stand.  I blasted his guts with
the biggest load I have ever shot.


With my cock still in Miles I looked over and saw Anthony had placed
Freddie on the ground and was really going to town on the kid.



The pre-teen was a trooper. He yelled over and over `Fuck me' and
'Deeper' with his high-pitched voice, A grimace of bliss and suffering
locked on his face. His little toes curled tightly in the air.


My mind pole was slamming with more force now, plowing the boys canal.
The little sphincter had lost its tightness, leaving his gaping hole wide
open. Anthony took advantage of the situation, shoving himself with
ferver into the slut and eliciting joyous yelps of pleasure from the
fuckee.


The big man found he could go balldeep and pounded his slickened prong
into the boy. His hips banged against his firm ass. "Uhhh Fuck me! Fuck
me!" the lad bawled, his whole body shuddering with the impact of the
collision.


"He really wants it now!" Coach Reilly cheered,


That really got Anthony going. He was much less patient this time. He
flipped him over so that the sixth grader was on his hands and knees He
mounted the boy hurriedly, gripping his shoulders firmly and pushing his
head to the floor. The weak child could not

move, nor did he want to.


I would have been startled by the intense rutting that ensued afterwords
if it weren't for what I had seen last night. Freddie could take it.


Anthony was grunting like an animal the whole time he rammed his immense
cock to the hilt. And the boy's wails were of pure ecstasy as he drooled.


"That's how hard you can FUCK!" Rielly repeated time and time again.


The rest of the boys were now encircling the small shower stall. They all
looked on with amazement. They couldn't imagine the kid could take it so
hardcore. But he wiggled his rear end, urging on my partner to fuck him
good. His asscrack had evaporated. There was just one big hole filled
with hammering man meat.


Anthony was on the verge of blowing his load when he suddenly stopped and
looked at me.


"Did you like breaking in your boy you sicko?" Anthony asked


"I sure did."


Anthony turned to Miles. His cock still balls deep in the boys best
friend. "Did you like getting fucked Miles?"


"Yes sir. I loved it."


"Andrew, we need to whore these cum sluts out."


My cock never softened but it stiffened to full attention at that
thought. I looked at miles and asked, "I'm going to let all these boys
use you now, okay? Don't worry though, I'll be here to protect you."


"Same goes for you Freddie," Anthony said as he pulled out of his boys
hole. A drop of pre cum leaked out as Freddie's hole sat gaping.


The boys smiled and stood up, waiting for more instructions.


"Let's get some more room. Men, take these boys back to the other
shower. Coach Reilly can have his pick..."


"Miles." Coach Reilly said without hesitation.


"Then Freddie is the pass around boy for now."


Asher raised his hand, "hey Coach?"


"Yea Ash?"


"Can I be a pass around boy too?"


Kwan laughed, "your captain wants to take it?"


Asher grabbed Kwans giant cock and said, "a

real man can take it without issue. Right Freddie? Right Miles?"


"Sir yes sir!" They both shouted in unison.


"Follow me and I'll show you," Asher said to Kwan as he lead everyone
back to the shared showers.


What ensued in the large shower area can't really be described
accurately here. There were so many boy cocks flying in every direction I
couldn't keep track of who was in what hole.


What I do know is that Jason and Anthony took Freddie from both ends and
filled him with so much cum he could have burst. After Anthony had
blasted a load into his boys hole, he turned it over to Jason, grabbed
the mullet of that boy Nick, and railed him out good and hard.


Asher got his fill of Kwan and the rest of the bigger boys on the other
team. One boy held his ankles in the air, feeding his penis to his mouth,
while Kwan sank a stiff cock in Ashers butt as far as it could go.
Christopher sucked the fuckee awaiting his turn at the tight ass.


The teenager tried to relax from the intrusion he was getting at both
ends in order to enjoy the pleasure of his blow job. His eyes went wild
as the black boy between his legs sped up, buttfucking him in

earnest in his hole. His screams of pain were muffled by the prick
filling his mouth. He sucked madly and pushed the third boy's head on his
cock, urging him to suck harder and alleviate the pain.


The sound of little balls slapping against little firm buns echoed in the
room. I was enthralled by it all, so much bare skin, so many boys
celebrating their unbridled sexuality.


Shane was getting nailed so hard, the pressure on his bladder so intense,
that urine gushed out from his half-erect peter.


Everywhere on the floor, chains of pubescent boys were forming.


Coach Reilly rammed his big cock inside Miles like there was no tommorow.
He masturbated his small penis with the same tempo of his ass getting
railed. The skinny kid groaned and shot a powerful rope

of cum on the shower wall with the man's large organ still buried in his
guts. The Coach pulled out of him, crying from the orgasm about to wash
over his body. Three boys crawled to his feet just in time to be

showered with the man's semen. Blasts of hot cream spurted out of the tip
of his cannon into their wide-opened mouths as if they were chicks
waiting for a juicy worm from their mother.



The yelps of ecstasy exploded in short intervals, as boys climaxed in
their buddies' asses or mouths. I tried to get a glimpse of all the kids
coming, all the young penises releasing their loads, like little geysers
of fresh sperm.


When it was over, Freddie had been the favorite boy of the gang-bang. He
had counted seven boys sodomising him one after the other. Miles had 5
boys,

came two times and swallowed at least four.


Spunk oozed out of the kids' abused little holes or made liquid pearls on
their chins and chests as they regained their composure on the floor,
panting and smiling.


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